Chapter 23. Deadlines and Confessions

Silvia POV

Standing in the doorway was a breathtaking figure—elegance wrapped in ambiguity.

His short platinum blond hair was artfully tousled, as if chaos itself had been styled with precision.

High cheekbones gave structure to a face that was both sharp and ethereal, while a pair of intelligent hazel eyes shimmered with mischief and vision.

He wore a well-fitted charcoal grey suit jacket.

The collar of his suit was embroidered with silver thread that catched the light as he moved..

Underneath was a black silk shirt, collar open just enough to suggest effortless confidence. High-waisted black trousers hugged his slender frame, emphasizing long legs and a poised, graceful stance.

There was a kind of curated perfection to him—like a sculpture brought to life, or a fashion editorial stepped off the page.

“Hello, darling!” He chirped cheerfully.

“You must be Silvia! I’m Alex, Alpha Sherman sent me to help with your wedding at